Lyrics
A body never breathless, there are canyons full of movie stars
captains tumbling into madness
Crazy flags from history, no ambition ever hopeless
There s a soul with good intentions, captains tumbling into madness, but there s a man who makes no enemies
A town without pollution, there s a house of hope drifters, there are canyons full of movie stars
crazy flags from history
Churches made of metal, no ambition ever hopeless
guns for hellgate railway sleepers
up on bedlam bridge
There are canyons full of movie stars, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, crazy flags from history
There s a soul with good intentions, won t you turn the engines over, the snow is falling down around the armoury
There are mountains made of muscle, we have leaders who are anxious Oil, there s a street of heat and hawkers
There s a house of hope drifters, there is crime and gun decisions
There s a street of heat and hawkers, captains tumbling into madness
there is crime and gun decisions
Won t you drive the engines harder, the city s closing in around my head
captains tumbling into madness
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, the city s closing in around my head, the city s closing in around my head
Songs for the white house gangsters, but there s a man who makes no enemies
Up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, the city on the hill or so they said
there s a place that knows no poverty
We have captains not courageous, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven
There s a gang that shoots then listens, songs for the white house gangsters
The city on the hill or so they said, so how stands the city on this winters night
A body never breathless, there is crime and gun decisions, no ambition ever hopeless
a body never breathless
songs for the white house gangsters
Up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, there s a house of hope drifters
In these locked and shackled neighbourhoods, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
There s a place that knows no poverty, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Bedlam, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
so how stands the city on this winters night
In these locked and shackled neighbourhoods, up on bedlam bridge
Won t you turn the engines over, crazy flags from history
There s a gang that shoots then listens, but there s a man who makes no enemies
Churches made of metal, there are canyons full of movie stars, the snow is falling down around the armoury
Up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, the city on the hill or so they said, bridge and tunnel diplomats
up on bedlam bridge
We have captains not courageous, see the golden ghetto s creeper Bridge, guns for hellgate railway sleepers
Up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, up on bedlam bridge Bridge, up on bedlam bridge
The snow is falling down around the armoury, but there s a man who makes no enemies Midnight, there is crime and gun decisions
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, songs for the white house gangsters, so how stands the city on this winters night
There are mountains made of muscle, a body never breathless
Churches made of metal, no ambition ever hopeless
There s a soul with good intentions, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
in these locked and shackled neighbourhoods
Up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven bring you down
See the golden ghetto s creeper, the city s closing in around my head Bridge, up on bedlam bridge
The city on the hill or so they said, so how stands the city on this winters night Midnight, captains tumbling into madness
crazy flags from history
There are canyons full of movie stars, a body never breathless, but there s a man who makes no enemies
No ambition ever hopeless, up on bedlam bridge Midnight, songs for the white house gangsters
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, there are canyons full of movie stars
The city on the hill or so they said, but there s a man who makes no enemies Midnight, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven bring you down
There are mountains made of muscle, a body never breathless Oil, bridge and tunnel diplomats
up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
There s a place that knows no poverty, there s a soul with good intentions, there s a street of heat and hawkers
A town without pollution, captains tumbling into madness
the city on the hill or so they said
So how stands the city on this winters night, but there s a man who makes no enemies
We have leaders who are anxious, guns for hellgate railway sleepers, there are canyons full of movie stars